Words that make a conversation worth #2

Laughter.

Pequeñas tragedias necesarias

Se me ha roto la bolsa de tela en la que guardo las pinzas para tender la ropa. ¡Ya no hacen las cosas como antes! Era un regalo de una entidad bancaria que ya no existe y tenía unos 25 años. ¡Ya no hacen las cosas como antes!

Something #2

http://homepage.tinet.ie/~whytea/ghosts.jpg

Beauty is...? #19

... not being in a hurry?

No particular reason #1

I just did it.

It gets me going #1

Maceo Parker's live rendition of "Let's Get It On" (as seen'n'heard in My Name Is Maceo).

Words that make a conversation worth #1

Her name

Beauty is...? #18

... sadness?

Songbook #1

"Somedays"
(McCartney)

Somedays I look
I look at you with eyes that shine
Somedays I don't
I don't believe that you are mine

It's no good asking me what time of day it is,
Who won the match or scored the goal

Somedays I look
Somedays I look into your soul
Sometimes I laugh I laugh to think how young we were.
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to know which way to turn

Don't ask me where I found that picture on the wall
How much it cost or what it's worth

Sometimes I laugh
I laugh to think how young we were
We don't need anybody else
To tell us what is real

Inside each one of us is love
And we know how it feels

Somedays I cry
I cry for those who live in fear
Somedays I don't
I don't remember why I'm her
No use reminding me, it's just the way it is
Who ran the race or came in first

Somedays I cry,
I cry for those who fear the worst

We don't need anybody else
To tell us what is real
Inside each one of us is love
And we know how it feels

Somedays I look,
I look at you with eyes that shine
Somedays I don't
I don't believe that you are mine

It's no good asking me what time of day it is,
Who won the match or scored the goal

Somedays I look
Somedays I look into your soul

Beauty is... ? #17

...thinking that she may be thinking about me?

A touch of happiness #2

She made me smile once more.

Beauty is... ? #16

...anywhere she is was will be would be?

Beauty is... ? #15

...anywhere you want to find it?

Beauty is... ? #14

...the concept by which we measure our love?

Falto de inspiración #4

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Beauty is... ? #13

...wanting to find beauty?

Somos

Somos agua
Somos vida
Somos pasión
Somos sexo
Somos sonrisas
Somos risas
Somos caricias
Somos provocación
Somos desnudez
Somos sencillez
Somos abrazos
Somos magia
Somos éxtasis
Somos erotismo
Somos animales
Somos experimentación
Somos aventura
Somos locura
Somos semilla
Somos templos
Pero no siempre estamos

Wh...

Come to me,
Dressed in air,
Come to me,
Just as you are,
Come to me,
With your naked eyes,
Come to me,
Your breasts freely swinging,
Come to me,
Without clothes,
Come to me,
Smiling and singing,
Come to me,
Bringing me news from afar,
Come to me,
Freeing my mind,
Come to me,
Swallowing me,
Come to me,
Licking me,
Come to me,
Let's come together,
At once.

Beauty is... ? #12

...hidden?

A touch of happiness #1

Not every day you get a Thanksgiving message from a student.
Today I got it.
And for a while it made me smile from happiness.
It was a student who used to sing while doing the exercises.
So funny.
Thanks.

Falto de inspiración #3

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Something #1

...I miss her words...

Falto de inspiración #2

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Falto de inspiración

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Beauty is... ? #11

...knowing that she's singing a song?

Beauty is... ? #10

...chasing ghosts in a stormy night?

Beauty is... ? #9

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beauty is... ? #8

... the urge to ask her "Would you like me to sing you a simple song"?

Beauty is... ? #7

...somehow like this?

Beauty is... ? #6

...wanting to be in silence?

Beatles & Mafalda #2

¿Por qué? #2

¿Por qué nos reconciliamos?
¿Para allanar de nuevo el camino para otra pelea?
¿Para tomar fuerzas y así poder repetir los portazos con aún mayor estrépito?
¿Para olvidarnos de las gilipolleces que hemos dicho y así volverlas a repetir?

Famous Last Words #1

From American Beauty, 1999, Sam Mendes

Brad Dupree: Man, you are one twisted fuck.
Lester Burnham: Nope, I'm just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.

Barry : Brad Dupree
Lester: Kevin Spacey

El mito del eterno retorno

Otra vez vuelve la gran pregunta:
¿Por qué siempre se me rompen los calcetines?
Otro par más de calcetines a tomar viento.

Beauty is... ? #5

Your eyes make a circle
I see you when I go in there

Beauty is... ? #4

...no need to find any explanation?

Summer's Day Song

Someone's Sleeping
Through A Bad Dream
Tomorrow
It Will Be Over
For The World
Will Soon Be Waking
To A Summer's Day
(McCartney)

Beauty is... ? #3

... In the absurd repetition of an even more absurd pattern?

Beatles & Mafalda #1

¿Por qué?

Cuanto más música electrónica escucho,
Cuanto más remix cae en mis manos,
Más disfruto con los tres acordes del blues.
Cuanto más oigo los ecos electrónicos,
Cuanto más me inundan las percusiones imposibles,
Más disfruto con la suciedad del rock.
Me he cansado de escuchar Thievery Corporation, Moloko, Moby y sus remezclas...
Nunca me cansaré de Beatles, AC/DC, Rolling... del jazz improvisado, del blues de amplificadores a punto de reventar, de golpes imprevistos de platillos, de peculiares distribuciones de sonidos hechas a partir de grabaciones en cuatro pistas...
Me cansa la monserga discotequera, la música de los semáforos.